“Oh god, these are…they’re woman’s clothes.” Kevin sighed. “No,” Womack waved his index finger from left to right as he stated emphatica...ly. “Those are the clothes of a bitch and since you’re a self-professed bitch, you may as well look the part, now put that shit on or get to stepping hoe.” Kevin wanted to protest but by now, his will powered was significantly weakened. He was at the mercy of this very dominant Black man who seemed determined to break his masculine persona. He slid on the long. I got some eggs at all night breakfast place near the motel, then crashed, Rodney just crashed."Hey you ready to go," I asked when the half naked Rodney answered the door. "Go where he asked," he asked. I wasn't dressed for going anywhere. I was in my running suit. My running togs that morning were sweat pants and a sweat shirt with cut off sleeves."I thought all you commando types ran before breakfast every morning," I said."Us Commando types sleep till noon, when we been up for two days with. "It's uncanny how good you are at that," she said. "Maybeyou could be an actor?" Actressh," said Andy haughtily.Benjy looked disconcerted on the night of the party when Andy and Deecame out of his bedroom, both dressed as cheerleaders. Peggy tookpictures. Dee squealed with laughter. Andy glowed with happiness.Even Benjy grinned. He might be a shovelhead, he thought privately, buthe wasn't an idiot. He had known for some time that Andy was unlikelyto follow big brother Harry into such masculine. "How about me, Bobby. Have you ever thought about me while youmasturbated?"Norma could tell even before he opened his mouth that she had hit themark. Bobby's face turned a few shades of darker red as he stammered,"Aw, mom . . ." It's OK, Bobby. I think it's natural for a boy your age to becurious about his mother - even sexually. Now tell me the truth - haveyou ever thought about me." Well, sure, I guess. Once in a while," he admitted shyly.i"And what do you fantasize about me?" Gee, mom, this.